#short and chubby

[scutesketch]

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE-

WE ALREADY GOT AN OFFICIAL RIBBIT CHARACTER SHEET??!?

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[myut0eve]

Luna Snow but chubby cus the world is my oyster

[blvddyvvalentine]

I’m sorry if I see one more piece of butchfemme media that’s an insanely ripped 6’12 butch and a tiny dainty thin little femme I will actually start pulling the bars off my enclosure and whatever happens is between y’all and god. You did this. Like I’m sorry have you met most butches? Or most femmes? What are these insane unachievable expectations we’re putting out there for eachother???

[spiderp0nk22]

Karkat fighting WIP YUHhhh!!!!!!!!

[merakidoll]

just thinkin about fem!gojo who has big perky tits and had a lactation kink! “you like that baby?” her long white hair flowed down her back prettily, with the light blue eyes that sparkled when she looked at you. her body was curvy, toned abs and hips! but her breast was her best feature. your cheeks were puffed from the milk that leaked from her. a small drop was on the side of your mouth, eyes dazed staring up at her and bucking your hips as her fingers scissored in your cunt. you took big gulps, her flow of sugary sweet milk never ending.

fem!gojo looked at you loving, her pussy throbbing form how sensitive she was. “take all you can ma’ma” she moaned throwing her head back and rotating her hips against nothing. finally coming up from air, your licked your wet lips and went to her other titty, drinking up all of her fluids. fem!gojo cried out, fucking her fingers into you faster so that you could both cum together! and you did.

one final huge gulp, and small drop of her milk getting on your baby pink shirt your squirted out onto the couch with a low hm, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. fem!gojo, creamed in her black tights making a large spot! her pussy thumped as she told you how much of a good girl you were for her!

[wizardofwizz]

anyways here's some sdv bachelors

[tempobaekh]

Short N’ Sweet

pairings: frank castle x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive, allusions to sex at the end and a tiny mention of sexual acts?? readers physical appearance is not mentioned

a/n: i am going absolutely feral for this man, like foaming at the mouth feral, gnawing at the bars of my enclosure kind of feral. and i also love sabrina and because of Halloween i got this idea, this might be a little late since yknow Halloween is over but i just got this idea so we can ignore that:) also i wanna thank my biggest fav frank writer @agirlcandream84 for inspiring me to write this. i absolutely love her work and the way she writes frank please go read some of her work. okay enough yapping from me

Halloween night was finally here, and you could barely contain your excitement. The costume you’d been planning had been kept under wraps—literally—and you’d teased Frank endlessly about it, keeping him guessing for weeks, knowing full well the look on his face would be priceless.

Ever since you’d seen Sabrina Carpenter's iconic outfits from her Short N’ Sweet tour, the idea had taken root. Glitz, glam, a bit of sparkle, and a lot of confidence—that was going to be your vibe tonight. And you knew it would knock Frank’s socks off.

Or maybe more like knock his pants off.

Frank, being Frank, wasn’t exactly putting in the same level of effort. He’d gone with his usual all-black getup: a black shirt that fit him just right, dark pants, combat boots, and his well-worn jacket. Not much of a costume, but with his gruff demeanor and dark eyes, he still looked intense and dangerously handsome.

You’d teased him about needing a 'proper' Halloween costume, but he’d only smirked, knowing you’d be the one to steal the show. Still, he was eager to see you; he’d been waiting all week, and you could feel the thrill of his anticipation even through the closed door.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he called out.

With one last deep breath, you slipped on a towel and cinched it tight around your chest, and stepped out of the bathroom, strutting a little as your heels clicked on the hardwood as you made your way toward him

He looked up when he heard you approaching, his gaze immediately sharpening with curiosity. You watched as his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning you up and down in curiosity. "You gonna tell me what the costume is, sweetheart?” he asked, a little smirk creeping onto his lips.

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you took a step closer, letting him get a little look at your carefully styled hair and the faint sparkle of the makeup you’d applied.

“Mm, you could say that,” you teased, giving him a wink. “But the real costume’s under here. Want to see?”

“Hell yes, I do,” he murmured, his gaze darkening, lips twitching in that half-smile of his that always drove you wild. “C’mon, darlin’—let me see it.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You took a step back, giving him a grin, and with a flourish, you unwrapped the towel and tossed it aside, holding out your arms as you posed.

Frank’s reaction was immediate. His jaw went slack, his dark eyes going wide as he took you in. His gaze roamed up and down, lingering on every detail—from your heels up your bare legs, taking in the glittering, skin-colored tights that shimmered like liquid gold. He lingered on the lacy, sparkling red bodysuit that hugged every curve perfectly, bedazzled in red crystals that caught the light with each tiny shift and gave you an ethereal, almost unreal glow. The garters—lacy, sparkling, and just suggestive enough to make his jaw clench—added an extra edge to the look.

When he finally found his voice, he only managed a rough, “Damn, sweetheart.”

Laughing, you spun around, tossing the towel aside and letting him see the details you’d added just for him. He took in the bedazzled kiss mark on the top of your right inner thigh, positioned right where he always planted kisses with his face and tongue buried between your legs as you writhe and moan with pleasure under him. And when you turned around, you knew he’d see the second kiss mark on your left shoulder blade—another favorite spot of his when he has you on your hands and knees and thrusting into you from behind.

You felt the air between you shift, and a shiver ran down your spine at the brief image in your head.

“You like it?” you asked, turning around and looking at him, enjoying the way his eyes roamed over you, taking in every last detail.

Frank’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, but he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he closed the distance between you, his large hands resting on your hips before he traced one finger down to that kiss mark on your thigh.

"Sweetheart…" he murmured, sounding almost reverent. “You look…”

"Too much?" You asked, feigning a worried tone, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

"Too much? No… no, darlin’, it's perfect," he said, reaching out to gently run a hand along your arm, his fingers grazing the crystals. His voice was low, roughened with restrained desire as he brushed his thumb over the spot. “Did you put this here just for me?”

You smiled, heart racing. “Maybe. Figured it might be a nice little reminder for you.”

His fingers skimmed up to your waist, tugging you closer, his hands warm and possessive. “Can’t lie… I’m definitely thinkin’ about ditchin’ Josie’s altogether tonight.”

“But it’s Halloween,” you teased, giving him a look that only seemed to make him hungrier. “We can’t just skip it, Frankie. Besides, I want to show off a little.”

“You’re killin’ me here,” he muttered, his voice dropping as he leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck. His fingers flexed against your waist. “Whole place is gonna be starin’ at you. Don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you, darlin’.”

You laughed softly. "Guess you'll have to try, Castle."

He let out a low groan, and you felt his hands slide lower to your behind. "Yeah, easy for you to say when you’re wearin’… this." His eyes dipped down to the kiss mark on your thigh, a possessive gleam in his gaze as pulle away and traced the outline with his thumb again. "This here… You’re just tryin’ to drive me insane, aren’t ya?"

You shrugged, an innocent smile on your face. "Maybe. Or maybe I’m just giving you something to look forward to, and besides, you're the only one who gets to take it off me.”

That got his attention. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “You keep talkin’ like that, and we’re not makin’ it to Josie’s tonight, baby. But we’re not stayin’ long. Got… plans for when we get back.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin across your face. "Come on, big guy. Try to survive the night without dragging me home too early."

When you arrived at Josie’s to meet up with Karen and her friends from her law firm, you caught more than a few looks. Heads turned, eyes lingered, and you could feel Frank tense beside you, his arm protectively draped around your waist as he pulled you in close.

Every now and then, he’d lean down to murmur, “You know, you’re lucky I’m keepin’ it together.”

“Oh, I know,” you replied each time with a wink, enjoying every bit of his attention.

As the night went on, Frank’s hands couldn’t seem to leave you alone, not that you minded. They’d drift to the small of your back, settle on your hip, or tug you closer to him. It wasn’t possessive so much as it was protective—he just wanted you to himself and wasn’t shy about it.

The night was fun, filled with drinks, laughs, and compliments from Karen and Marci who appreciated the sheer effort you’d put into your costume. But the real thrill was feeling Frank’s hand skimming along your waist, his fingers brushing the bare skin where your tights met your bodysuit. Every time he leaned down to murmur something downright filthy in your ear, you could feel the low, restrained fire in his voice that would make your thighs clench.

Finally, as midnight approached, Frank leaned in close, voice low and warm against your ear. "Alright, darlin’. I think we’ve done our part here. Time to go home."

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced up at him. "Couldn’t wait to get me alone, huh?"

"Not one bit," he admitted, his fingers lacing through yours as he led you out of Josie’s and into the cool night air.

The drive back home felt like a blur, and as soon as you got home, his hands were on you the second you closed the door. He pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

Frank’s lips moved against yours with a fervor that made your knees weak, his hands roaming your back with an almost desperate energy. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was savoring every inch of you. The smooth leather of his jacket pressed cool against your bare arms as he pulled you flush against him, his strength and warmth radiating through the layers between you.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and thick with want. His hand drifted to your thigh, his fingers brushing over the kiss mark there, and he let out a soft, possessive growl. “This right here? This ain’t fair.”

You smiled against his mouth, your breath hitching as his fingers teased along the edge of your garter. "I thought you liked it," you teased, your voice a little breathless.

"Like it?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes blazing as they swept over you. "I can’t think straight, darlin’. All night, all I’ve been thinkin’ about is gettin’ you alone."

His hands slipped to your hips, gripping just firmly enough to remind you of his strength as he guided you back toward the couch. You let out a soft laugh, but it caught in your throat when he leaned down, trailing kisses along your jaw, then down your neck. He paused just at the hollow of your throat, his stubble grazing your skin in a way that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Frankie…” you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips continued their path, brushing over the crystals adorning your shoulder blade.

He hummed against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You knew exactly what you were doin’, wearin’ this,” he said, his tone somewhere between a grumble and a purr. His fingers toyed with the edge of the bodysuit, skimming over the the crystals adorning the fabric. “You’re lucky I got any patience left.”

"Maybe I don’t want you to be patient," you replied, your voice soft but laced with mischief as you tugged him back to meet your lips.

Frank chuckled darkly, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. The way he said it, low and promising, sent a thrill straight through you.

And with that, he captured your lips again, deeper this time, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was setting the stage for something as bold and electric as the confidence you wore tonight.

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[blackmarketfruitrollups]

"Just kill me, please."

"You know I can't do that, darling."

"Can't, or won't?" She questioned stubbornly, turning on her other side so she couldn't see him. "I don't think you love me anymore."

He blew an amused huff out of his nose before rounding their shared bed to look at her.

"If I didn't love you then I wouldn't put up with how pouty you get when you're sick." He cooed at her. "If I didn't love you then I wouldn't keep Markl from interrupting your naps, or make sure Calcifer saves breakfast for you when you can't walk down the stairs to get it yourself."

He lovingly stroked her hair, brushing it away from her sweaty forehead before planting a kiss on it, making her face pucker.

"Don't do that, you're gonna get sick." She fussed, trying to gently push him away from the bed and yet failing miserably.

"Never stopped me before." He hummed, this time leaving one on her cheek.

"Howl, stop. I mean it."

Disregarding her concern entirely he continued to kiss her cheeks, slowly drawing giggles from her.

"There she is," he smiled, "there's my sweet little wife."

She scrunched her face back up, pretending to be upset again. "You're unbelievable. You don't get to complain about it when you get sick too, you know I tried to warn you."

He grinned at her lovingly, this time kissing her on her lips.

"How could I ever complain about being sick when my pretty wife is the best nurse ever?"

[nikkinelson1313]

[pel-vis-bone]

Doin' her lil dancey dance🌸

Plus some wips?? Maybe just doodles idk but dog julie is a callback to a species swap from months ago

[twotimefromforsaken]

got bored so I drew designs.for them❤️‍🩹teh world is healing

[bielbunny]

Show-off

They look real good in fruity outfits... This rabbit is slaying and they're well-aware. Nothing like being extra queer

The art is by @/BootFromTV over on Twitter!!

[spiderp0nk22]

Rare fullbody karkat drawing!!!?!!! ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTSSSS!!!!!!!!

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw ❤︎ Thinkin’ about sleepy sex with Satan ^_^

I’m talkin’ passionate and quiet sex, Satan reduced to just a tired, needy demon. Seeking comfort in his favorite human after a long day <3

You always make him feel safe, relaxed. Even his mind seems calmer when he’s with you, you feel like home to him.

Even better when he’s got you in his bed, spooning you from behind with his cock nestled inside your warm, welcoming pussy.

Slowly rocking his hips into yours, just the soft sound of skin on skin and the occasional soft moan of each other’s names. Satan’s lips kissing up and down your neck, whispering soft praise right by your ear. Nothing is rushed, just slow, soft movements while he hits your sweet spot each time he ruts into you.

Satan pulling you closer to his chest so he can moan right in your ear while thrusting just a little faster, one of his hands moving down to flick and rub your clit, begging with an almost broken whine of you name to cum with him, please, please, please!!!- in time with his thrusts. Ending in low moan while he tells you how good you did cumming with him. Promising he’ll help you clean up….soon….just….for a few more minutes stay like this, stay with him ♥︎

[topcandid1]

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[exerotica]

The White River

Explicit 18+, Instant Weight gain, Cum Inflation, M/M, Sexual Themes

His soft belly slammed into my forehead as his cock pierced the back of my throat, making me gag. Every time his cock filled my throat, my lips met his pubes and pressed into the fat surrounding his cock, molding it to my mouth forming an almost perfect seal. For a brief moment, every time he pushed himself into me, my mouth, his cock, and that delicious layer of fat formed the perfect union of gluttony and lust. Saliva and precum coated the corners of my mouth and dripped down his balls onto the hardwood floor.

Years of hard work in the gym and on the field made his thighs into two solid enormous pillars. The food he (and sometimes I) shoved into his mouth every day for the past year have made his legs an impassable wall of muscle and fat. Once you were on your knees and they towered above you, there was no choice but to follow their commands. My face was the size of a grape compared to the heaps of meat that greeted me with every thrust. My mind melted every time I looked up.

Seeing anything besides his hairy fat underbelly, thighs, and cock was almost impossible when my mouth was full. When he pulled back, I caught quick glimpses of thick man tits which flanked his face, showing off his double chin and chubby cheeks. I could feel his burps, moans, and his overstuffed belly slosh and grumble when my face was full of cock. His fat acted like an antenna broadcasting all his delicious sounds directly into my skull, ordering my brain and cock to submit to this fat beast.

His body was all my brain knew in this moment. There were no thoughts or acknowledgement of the world beyond him, beyond serving his will and wants. His moan echoed throughout my head as his muscles spasmed and his blubber quaked. Cum shot into the back of my mouth as his fat commanded me to take every drop. A white river formed into my throat as cum dropped into my stomach and my belly’s pressure increased. I could feel myself expanding, my tight belly flowing outwards and starting to point my erection down to make room. 

What used to be empty space above my cock was now a small overhang formed of cum. The size of a soccer ball, I could hear my body groaning and gurgling trying to find room for the constant stream of his spunk. Cum began flowing past his cock out of my mouth, streaming down my neck, my chest, and finally crossing over my belly and finally meeting my cock. I could barely handle all the pressure in my gut, my hands gripped at my now jiggly cum coated gut trying to relieve the stress.

As I choked on his cum and cock and held my massive belly in my hands, I looked down and couldn’t find my cock. My mind screamed and my belly muscles contracted as my cock exploded. My cock slapped against my fat cum tank with every pump, which made every pump more intense and mind-melting. As the flow stopped from both of us, I withdrew my mouth, and his fat wet cock flopped against his monstrous thighs. I spit the last drops of his cum out of my mouth and collapsed onto the bed. My gut was reaching for the ceiling and as I looked down, I couldn’t see anything other than the top of my belly. I wrapped my arms around my bloated mis-section and sighed, a deep burp floated out of my mouth. He got down and wrapped me up in his massive arms. Our two overstuffed bellies pressed into each other, glued together with our cum, and we drifted off into sleep.